These showers of mine
Drown my many fears
With showers of Earth
Hiding streams of tears

Dripping so solemnly
A melancholy rhythm
It fills me with streams
Of watery dissonance

With voices resounding with malignant contempt
Echoes fervently clouding my mind
I listen and weep, remembering the sound
"be gone my child, for you are unworthy"

Crumbling catastrophically
Within my torturing abyss
A broken sky of crystal shards
Every piece, mirroring my misery

I'm hurt
Hurricanes of emotions whirling within me
I'm scared
But press forward to the march of drops

Beginning my pilgrimage, an arduous adventure
To rebuild from their wounds, so innocently inflicted
To light my sky once more with humble fire
And tread, steadfast, along the rivers of the rain

"Après la pluie, le beau temps"